"Cool," Sonic, now Serin, said while gently putting Cody down. "So
that's my new name, huh?"
"Yes," Mrs. Anderson replied, "but your nickname can be Sonic if you want."
"Please! I wanna remember who I am!" Sonic agreed.
On the way to the Andersons' home in the car, Cody started asking a lot of questions.
"Are you really Sonic?"
"Ye-"
"Why isn't your hair blue?"
"Dunno-"
"Is your favorite color blue?"
"Ye-"
"Is there really a Princess Sally?"
"Of cour-"
"Is she nice?"
"Ye-"
"What about Tails?"
"What about-"
"Is his real name really Miles?"
"I promised-"
"Do you think Bunny Rabbot is-"
"Cody! Please! I'll answer your questions later! I just wanna get to bed!" Sonic protested. It had been a really long day, and he was really tired. Plus, his head was starting to hurt again.
A few more minutes of suppressing Cody so he didn't talk too much, and they were at the Andersons' home. Carl had fallen asleep during the ride, so there wasn't much to worry about as they moved Carl inside. The real trouble was trying to keep Cody quiet while Carl was still in earshot.
"Please please pleeeeeeeeaaase tell me! I promise I'll be quiet!"
Sonic sighed. "Alright!" he whispered, so he wouldn't wake up Carl, "Alright, I'll answer your questions. Let's get to your room first, okay?"
Mrs. Anderson stared as Cody dashed inside, leaving the door wide open behind him. "I've never seen him run so fast!" she exclaimed, but still quietly.
"Hmmm.still too slow," Sonic joked. He had to admit, though; Cody was pretty fast, for an average person.
Sonic silently wondered if he still had his Sonic Speed in this world, especially with this body.
As promised, Sonic did stay up a little late answering questions for Cody. It was almost like a bedtime story because Cody was in his pajamas, in bed, and already had his teddy bear. Somewhere around ten o'clock Cody passed out, so Sonic retreated to his own room.
Mrs. Anderson couldn't help it, though. At four o'clock in the morning, before she started making breakfast, she peeked in all the boy's rooms, just to see how they were doing.
Cody was sleeping like an angel, while Carl was giggling in his dreams. When she checked on Sonic's room, she noticed he was tangled up in his blankets, with one of his two pillows on the floor.
Mrs. Anderson tip-toed inside, and gently brushed her hand against his cheek, hoping the act would comfort him. She was very surprised to find his face and pillow were both wet, and, after she had looked a little closer, she soon realized why;
Sonic had been crying.
"Yes," Mrs. Anderson replied, "but your nickname can be Sonic if you want."
"Please! I wanna remember who I am!" Sonic agreed.
On the way to the Andersons' home in the car, Cody started asking a lot of questions.
"Are you really Sonic?"
"Ye-"
"Why isn't your hair blue?"
"Dunno-"
"Is your favorite color blue?"
"Ye-"
"Is there really a Princess Sally?"
"Of cour-"
"Is she nice?"
"Ye-"
"What about Tails?"
"What about-"
"Is his real name really Miles?"
"I promised-"
"Do you think Bunny Rabbot is-"
"Cody! Please! I'll answer your questions later! I just wanna get to bed!" Sonic protested. It had been a really long day, and he was really tired. Plus, his head was starting to hurt again.
A few more minutes of suppressing Cody so he didn't talk too much, and they were at the Andersons' home. Carl had fallen asleep during the ride, so there wasn't much to worry about as they moved Carl inside. The real trouble was trying to keep Cody quiet while Carl was still in earshot.
"Please please pleeeeeeeeaaase tell me! I promise I'll be quiet!"
Sonic sighed. "Alright!" he whispered, so he wouldn't wake up Carl, "Alright, I'll answer your questions. Let's get to your room first, okay?"
Mrs. Anderson stared as Cody dashed inside, leaving the door wide open behind him. "I've never seen him run so fast!" she exclaimed, but still quietly.
"Hmmm.still too slow," Sonic joked. He had to admit, though; Cody was pretty fast, for an average person.
Sonic silently wondered if he still had his Sonic Speed in this world, especially with this body.
As promised, Sonic did stay up a little late answering questions for Cody. It was almost like a bedtime story because Cody was in his pajamas, in bed, and already had his teddy bear. Somewhere around ten o'clock Cody passed out, so Sonic retreated to his own room.
Mrs. Anderson couldn't help it, though. At four o'clock in the morning, before she started making breakfast, she peeked in all the boy's rooms, just to see how they were doing.
Cody was sleeping like an angel, while Carl was giggling in his dreams. When she checked on Sonic's room, she noticed he was tangled up in his blankets, with one of his two pillows on the floor.
Mrs. Anderson tip-toed inside, and gently brushed her hand against his cheek, hoping the act would comfort him. She was very surprised to find his face and pillow were both wet, and, after she had looked a little closer, she soon realized why;
Sonic had been crying.